Chapter Twenty-Eight
Ric
Before Ric could give Rapunzel an answer, Renauld appeared, a tray of sweet meats and cheeses in his hands.
Rapunzel’s expression softened when she saw him. “Thank you.”
Renauld only nodded before setting the tray down and leaving the way he’d come.
Ric watched him until he shut the door, blocking himself from view. “Is that really the supposedly dead Gaulean prince?”
Rapunzel sighed. “My mother found him on the battlefield, healed him, and brought him here. Like me, he cannot leave.”
Ric didn’t understand. “Why can’t you leave?”
“Have you ever heard the stories of La Dame’s curses?”
Ric’s blood froze in his veins. La Dame’s curses. Like the one keeping his mother from being a part of his life. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came, so he only no
